Where The River FLows

April 2, 2010
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Oh lord where the river flows.
Down the hill of the highest mountain.
So still with mighty silence.

Could you hear me?
Could you see me?
You free with a love that’s strong.
Or could I be wrong?

Oh lord where the river flows…
So slow,
Time is all mine where the river flows.
Only one thing keeps us apart.
A bridge at the ridge where the river flows.
Right and Wrong.
Strong or Weak.
Pure and Corrupt.
Evil or Good.
I walk a foot with my own choice to make you listen to my only voice.
Oh lord where the river flows…

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